Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea for this fic. Buffy plots belong to Joss Whedon and SPD belong to someone I don't know.
A/N: Welcome to the first episode of my fic series. I'll be doing the first three Buffy seasons with a twist at the end. WARNING: This fic is slash! Here's a quick character run down for those of you who have seen the show:
Buffy – Bridge
Angel – Sky
Xander – Jack
Willow – Z
Giles – Cruger
Cordelia – Syd
Darla - Darla
Master - Broodwing
Now let's do this people!
Episode one: Welcome to the Hellmouth
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A fist punched through the window leading to the chemistry lab of the neighborhood High School, Sunnydale High. A young boy around seventeen climbed in with another blonde girl looking to be around the same age, looking rather nervous.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked him.
"Yup. The view of the town from the roof of the gym is incredible, Darla!" the boy said enthusiastically. They walked out together, heading for the intersection where Darla stopped walking.
"I don't think we should go up there," she said softly.
"Can't wait, huh?" the teen leaned forward and they nearly kissed when his girlfriend gasped and turned around. "What?"
"I heard something."
The boy looked down the hall and then grinned at her, "There's nothing over there!"
"Are you sure?" she asked in frightened tone.
"Yes," he sighed as she turned away and then yelled down the hall, "Is there any one there?!" There was no answer. He turned back to her, "See?"
Darla didn't respond.
The boy sighed again and put his hand on her shoulder, "There's nothing to be afraid of."
"Alright then," Darla turned back to him revealing yellow eyes, a ridged forehead and gleaming fangs. Before the boy had a chance to yell, she clamped her fangs on his neck. He groaned and the two slid to the floor.
Only one got up again.
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The next morning, a young teenage boy was tossing and turning in his sleep. He had wild, brown hair and pale-ish skin and was currently trying to wake himself from the nightmares that plagued his dreams. Images flashed in his mind's eye.
An underground cave, an old man with ridges, fangs and gleaming yellow eyes, a cemetery, a giant snake, another man, this one looking normal, turning away from him-
"Bridge, get up!" a woman's voice came from below.
"Wha?" Bridge groaned and opened his eyes, revealing pale blue orbs heavy with sleep. He yawned and then yelled back, "I'm up!"
"Hurry up or you're going to be late for your first day of high school!" a woman with honey-brown hair and brown eyes poked her head in the teen's room to see if her son was awake.
Bridge yawned again. "No . . . wouldn't want that!" he muttered sarcastically under his breath.
After a quick breakfast, Bridge was looking out of the window of the car as his mother drove him to his school since he didn't have a license at sixteen.
"Okay, we're here!" Maya exclaimed cheerfully and her son got out, "Bridge?"
"Hmm?" he turned back to her.
"Think positive! I'm sure you'll make friends in no time!"
"Thanks mom," he said with a small smile and turned to leave again when she called him back, "what?"
"Try not to get kicked out again," she said in a bland tone.
"I promise," Bridge said with a sigh and then watched as his mother drove away. He walked towards the stairs before deciding to see the grounds. He didn't notice a young black male with dreads, around his age, bob and weave between people on his skate-board.
"Excuse me, 'scuse me, not sure how to stop, comin through, please move . . ." he turned his head as he watched Bridge pass.
In Sunnydale, everything was so out of the ordinary, even homosexuality was accepted without a problem, which is why the skate-boarder continued to stare at Bridge without him or anyone realizing it He was so busy gaping, that he didn't notice the stair-railing until he collided into it, landing on the stairs. Bridge turned around to see what the commotion was and then simply cocked an eyebrow before resuming his wandering of the crowds.
A young Hispanic-looking girl walked up to the other male and bent down next to him, "You okay, Jack?"
"I'm okay. I feel good!" Jack sat up and then looked at his friend. "Z, can you help me with my math?"
Z sighed, "Which part?"
"The math."
"Check out 'Theories of Trig'," she crossed her arms.
"Where would I find that?" Jack tilted his head.
"In the library. Where the books live," she said with a raised eyebrow.
The two walked into the school and headed to class when another young
black haired male ran up to Jack, "Hey man!"
"Hey, Jesse! What's what?" Jack said happily. Jesse pretended to think for a minute and then snapped his fingers.
"New guy!"
"Saw him. Hot one."
"Going after him?" Jesse raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe."
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"Bridge Carson, sophomore. Interesting record, quite a career," Principal Flutie muttered as he looked over Bridge's files. All of a sudden he tore the paper into four pieces and smiled at the young teen.
"Welcome to Sunnydale, Bridge. You have a clean slate here. We're not interested in what is written in-" he glanced at one of the pieces and his eyes widened, "WHOA!"
"Wasn't that bad," Bridge muttered.
"You burnt down the gym?" Flutie looked over at him.
"I'm sorry?" Bridge shrugged with a small smile. Flutie wouldn't have been able to tell that he had done something as burn down a gym. The boy looked so innocent!
"Ah, well, just let's not burn down the buildings here?"
"I promise."
"You're free to go."
Bridge exited the office, only to bump into a girl and boy, causing him to drop his books, "Sorry!"
"It's okay," the girl smiled and walked away. Bridge looked down at the mess of his books and made a small sound, "Oh."
Jack was passing by and heard him, recognizing him from before and squatted down beside him, "Can I help you?"
Bridge looked up at him and smiled, "It would be appreciated." Once the books were gathered, Bridge stuck out his hand, "Bridge Carson. I'm new here."
Jack shook his hand and stammered, "Jack. Is, is me!"
Bridge smiled at that, "Hi."
Jack blushed slightly, but Bridge didn't notice, "Maybe I'll see you around sometime. After all, we both . . . go to . . . school." Bridge simply grinned at that and started down the hall. Jack noticed something on the floor and called after him.
"Hey, you forgot your . . . stake," he stared at the large sharp piece of wood he was holding.
Bridge didn't hear him and walked into a young blonde girl with blue eyes. "Sorry!"
"Watch it! And I haven't seen you before. Are you new?"
"Yeah. Just came in from LA," Bridge shrugged.
The girl stuck out her hand, "I'm Sydney Drew. Friends call me Syd."
"Nice to meet you Sydney," he shook it. The two turned around the corner while talking and spotted Z by the drinking fountain.
"You'll love Sunnydale! Everyone is great and so- are you done?" Sydney asked Z while talking to Bridge.
"Huh? Oh yeah! Sure," Z walked away and Bridge stared after her for a moment before turning back to Sydney, "Where's the library?"
"Just about that corner. First door to your right."
"Thanks," Bridge smiled and walked into the library, "Anyone in here?" He glanced at the article on the paper which said Local Boy Still Missing
"May I help you?" a voice said from behind him, causing him to jump.
"You could start by not doing that!" Bridge snapped slightly at the dark haired man who was standing behind the counter (A/N Imagine Daggeron from Mystic Force). "I was looking for some books. I'm new."
"I'm Anubis Cruger. You must be Mr. Carson. I heard you were coming," he said with a small smile.
"Guess I'm the only new kid," Bridge said dryly and took out his book list. "I need-"
"I know what you need!" Cruger said with a rather big grin as he bent down and took out a book labeled 'Vampires'. Bridge gave a disturbed look.
"I'm not looking for that."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"My mistake," he put the book back. "Now what do you-" he paused to see Bridge walking out of the library. He passed the girl's locker-room, unaware that the two girls in there were talking about him.
"What do you think about that new guy?" Aura, a blonde haired girl asked her brunette friend.
"Cute, but I heard he burnt down the gym in his previous school."
"That'll make him popular," Aura opened her locker, "After all-" she never completed the sentence as it was swallowed by her screams as the dead boy in her locker fell at her feet.
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At lunch, Z was sitting at a bench against the wall and Bridge walked up to her, "Um, you're Elizabeth, right?"
"I go by Z," she responded automatically and then looked up at him, "Hi, um, did you want me to move?"
Bridge sat down next to her with a small smile, "How about we start with 'Hi, I'm Bridge'? This does however require you to hang out with me for a while. I need a favor."
"But aren't you hanging out with Sydney?" she asked.
"I can't do both?"
"Not legally."
Bridge sighed and crossed his legs, "Z, I'm new here and I really want to get by. Syd has been really nice . . . to me . . . but I have a burning desire to not fail every class. I heard you were the best person to get caught up with."
Z nodded enthusiastically, "Oh, I could totally help you out! Do you have sixth period free? We could go to the library!"
"How about not? Can we go someplace a little more quieter? I mean louder! That place gives me the wiggins."
"It has that effect on most people. The new guy there is really cool!"
"He's new?"
Z nodded, "Just came in from working in a British museum as a curator."
"Hi there!" Jack said happily as he hopped onto the wall behind them. Jesse stood in front of them.
"Bridge, this is Jack and Jesse," Z pointed out. "Guys, this is Bridge Carson."
"Oh, Bridge and I go way back. Old friends, very close. There was a period of estrangement, but now I'm quite moved," Jack said quickly.
"Is it just me or have you turned into a babbling idiot?" Jesse asked.
"It's not just you," Jack said.
"Nice to meet you guys. I think," Bridge grinned and then blinked at the stake Jack held out to him.
"You left this when we bumped into each other. All I can tell is that you're building a very small fence."
"Thanks," Bridge took it and put it back in his bag, "It's for self-defense."
"Are these guys bothering you?' Syd asked as she walked up to him and the others.
"No."
"Anyway, I just came to say that gym has been cancelled due to extreme dead guy in locker."
"What?" Z nearly shrieked.
"He was stuffed into Aura's locker."
"Dead?" Bridge asked.
"Totally dead. Way dead."
"So not a little dead, huh?" Jack asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"How did he die? Were there any marks?" Bridge asked urgently.
"Ew, morbid much? I didn't ask!" she exclaimed.
"Guys, I have to get a book," Bridge said shortly and walked off.
"What's his deal?" Syd cocked her head.
Bridge walked to the back entrance of the girl's locker room and tired to open the door. It was locked.
"Great," he muttered under his breath and then applied more pressure, breaking the lock easily. He came inside and then noticed the body in the centre of the room. He pulled off the sheet and saw the bite mark in his neck.
"Oh great!"
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Bridge barged into the library, "Okay, what's the sitch?"
Cruger's voice came from the stacks in the library, "Excuse me?"
"You heard about the dead guy, right?"
Cruger stepped out, "Yes."
"Weirdest thing. He's got two puncture marks on his neck and he's been
drained of blood," he walked up the stairs to Cruger. "Isn't that just making you go 'ooo'?"
"I was afraid of this."
"Well, I wasn't! It's my first day! I was worried that I'd flunk, not make friends, and have a bad hair day. I was not expecting vampires on campus and I don't care!" he exclaimed, obviously upset.
"Then why are you here?" Cruger raised an eyebrow.
Bridge seemed to be shocked at that question and tried to cover up his mistake, "To tell you that I . . . don't care . . . which I don't, and . . . have told you, so bye!" he turned to leave.
"Is he, well, will he rise again?"
"No. They just drained him."
"How can you tell?"
"To make you a vampire, they have to suck your blood, then you'll have to suck their blood, it's basically a whole sucking system. Mostly, they'll just kill you. Why am I still talking to you?" he walked down the stairs. Cruger followed him.
"You just don't get it do you? It is no coincidence that you were sent here. That boy was the first of many."
Bridge wheeled around and let out an exasperated sigh, "Why can't you people leave me alone?"
"Because you are the Slayer!" Cruger growled as he stepped in front of him. "Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl or boy in the entire world, the Chosen One, one born with-"
"With the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, stop the spread of their evil, blah, blah, blah! I've heard it, okay?"
Cruger had a truly confused look on his face, "I truly don't understand this attitude. You've accepted your duty, you've slain vampires-"
Bridge interrupted again, "And I've both been there and done that. I'm moving on."
Cruger sighed and went into his office, "How much do you know about this town?"
"It's two hours off the freeway?" he shrugged.
"If you dig into the history of this place, you'll find a number of strange occurrences," he came back with four books and set them on the table. "I believe this is place of mystical energy that draws supernatural creatures to its core."
"Like vampires."
Bridge tried not to stagger under the weight of the books Cruger was placing in his arms while rattling of different types of demons. "Zombies, werewolves, succubi, everything you've ever dreaded that was under your bed but told yourself couldn't be, they're all real!"
Bridge gawked at him over the pile of books in his arms, "You sent away for the Time-Life series?"
Cruger looked rather embarrassed, "Ah, w-w-w-yes."
"Did you get the free phone?"
"Um, the calendar."
"Cool! Okay," Bridge set down the books on the table, "First thing, I'm a Vampire Slayer, second, I'm retired. Hey, I know! Why don't you kill them?"
"I-I'm a Watcher. I-I don't have the skill," Cruger stammered.
"Come on, a stake through the heart, a little sunlight. Like falling of a log!"
"A, a Slayer slays. A Watcher . . ."
"Watches?" Bridge said blandly.
"Yes. No! He trains him. He, he, he prepares him."
"Prepare me for what?" Bridge asked with a tinge of anger and bitterness in his voice. "For getting kicked out of school? For losing all my friends? For fighting for my life all the time and never getting to tell people because it might endanger them? Go ahead, prepare me!"
The two stared at each other silently before Bridge walked out of the library. Cruger stared at his back for a moment before muttering, "Damn!" and racing after him. Unbeknownst to them, Jack stepped out from the stacks, holding a book in his hand.
"What?" he muttered, staring at the door.
Meanwhile, Cruger had caught up to Bridge and grabbed his arm, turning him around.
"It's getting worse!"
"What is getting worse?!" Bridge hissed.
Cruger guided them to the wall and spoke in a low voice, "The influx of the undead, the supernatural energy. There's a reason why you're here and why it's now!"
"Because now is the time my mom chose to move here!" Bridge hissed as he tried to evade him, but Cruger held out his arm to stop him.
"Something's coming. Something bad."
"Gee, vague much?" Bridge said sarcastically.
"The signs point to a huge mystical upheaval. In days, possibly less!
Bridge rolled his eyes, "Come on, this is Sunnydale! How bad can an evil be?"
While they were talking, underneath the Sunnydale ceremony, in a lair, vampires were carrying torches while another vampire by the name of Luke was chanting.
"The sleeper will wake. The sleeper will wake. The sleeper will wake. The sleeper will wake, and the world will bleed. Amen!"
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"God, since when have I had trouble choosing an outfit?" Bridge groaned with his head in his hands as he thought about what to wear to the Sunnydale club, the Bronze. At this point Maya came in and saw the clothes strewn about.
"Did a hurricane come through here?" she asked with a small smile.
"Haha, mom," Bridge grinned.
"Are you, uh, going out tonight?" Maya asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to a club."
"Will there be boys there?"
"No mom. I was accepted into a nun's club," Bridge said sarcastically. He knew his mother didn't have a problem about his sexuality, but she did worry if who he liked was nice.
"Just be careful, smartass," Maya chuckled.
"Of course."
"You know, I think we can make it work here," Maya said, looking around. "I've got my positive energy flowing and the gallery will do well."
"That'll be nice."
"Your, uh, school has a very nurturing environment which is what you need."
"Well, actually," Bridge started to say, only for Maya to continue as though she hadn't heard him.
"But not too nurturing because I know you're sixteen and the dangers of over-nurturing. We're in a new town, but I'm going to make it work." She strode up to Bridge and took his hands, "You're a good boy Bridge. You just came into the wrong crowd."
"Thanks mom," Bridge said, giving her one of his rare, true smiles. 'From now on, I'm only going to hang around the living. I mean," he amended quickly at the look on his mother's face, "the lively. People."
"Well, take care," Maya said with a smile.
After choosing a simple t-shirt and jeans, Bridge walked down the streets to the Bronze. He appeared to be unaware that a man with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing only black, was following him. Bridge walked into an alleyway and spotted something above head. The man followed him into the alleyway and was slightly surprised to see it empty. He walked further in then was knocked down by Bridge, who had been doing a handstand on a pipe above and swung down to kick him in the back. Bridge stood over him and glared down at the man who smiled back.
"Is there a problem?" the blonde man asked.
"Yes, there is. Why are you following me?" Bridge demanded, not backing off.
"I know what you're thinking and don't worry. I don't bite." Bridge stared at him for a second longer and then let him get up, not letting his guard down.
"Truth is, I though you'd be taller. Muscles and all that. You're pretty spry though," the man massaged his neck while glancing at Bridge.
"What do you want?" he growled.
"Same thing you do."
"And that would be?" Bridge cocked an eyebrow and the man turned serious.
"To kill them. To kill them all."
Bridge let down his fighting stance and put a hand on his hip, "Sorry, that's incorrect. But you get this watch and a supply of turtle wax. What I want is to be left alone!" he spat and then turned to leave.
"You think that's an option? You're standing on the mouth of Hell. And it's about to open," the mysterious man said in a bland tone. Bridge turned back to him in shock and watched as he put a hand inside his dark jacket, withdrawing a small box and tossing it to him.
'Don't turn your back on this. You've gotta be ready."
"Ready for what?" Bridge asked warily.
"The Harvest."
Bridge opened the box to reveal a small silver cross and chain. "Who are you?" Bridge asked in a softer voice.
"Let's just say I'm a friend."
"Maybe I don't need a friend."
"I didn't say I was yours."
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Bridge walked into the Bronze, now wearing the silver chain the man had given him. He walked to the bar and spotted Z.
"Hey!" he said with a smile.
"Hi!" Z couldn't help but smile back.
"You here with someone?" Bridge asked.
"I'm waiting for Jack."
"You guys going out?"
"No, we're just friends. We used to go out, but then we broke up," she said with a nostalgic look on her face.
"Why?" Bridge ordered a coke for himself.
"He stole my bear," Z nearly trailed off at the look on Bridge's face and gave a sheepish grin, "We were five."
"Ah," Bridge said in realization.
"I don't date a whole lot," Z said in a sad voice.
"Why not?" Bridge cocked an eyebrow.
"I can't speak in front of guys. They prefer girls who can actually talk."
"You really haven't been dating recently." Bridge said with an amused grin.
"Must be easy for you to get girls," Z said glumly.
"Yes it is. But I bat for the home team," Bridge said, blushing.
Z raised an eyebrow at him and then gave him a gentle smile, "Don't worry. So many other weird things happen in Sunnydale, even people like who like their own gender are accepted. Quite a few guys are gay here."
"Nice to know," Bridge said with a grin. 'Z, as for dating, you know what my philosophy is?"
"What is it?"
"Life is short."
"Life is short?"
"Yes," Bridge nodded, "You have to take every chance you get. You never know when you might die." He saw Cruger on the upper level of the Bronze and turned back to Z, "I'll be back in a minute."
"You don't have to come back. It's okay," Z said glumly.
Bridge smiled at her, "I'll be back in a minute." He climbed up the stairs to see Giles looking very uncomfortable. Being who he was, he had to make it worse.
"So you like to party with the students? Isn't that kind of skanky?"
Cruger turned to him, "Oh right, this is me having fun. Watching . . . clown haired people prance about is hardly my idea of a party. I'd much rather be home with a cup of tea and a book."
Bridge grinned at him, "Okay, you need a personality, stat!"
Cruger pointed at the crowd, "This is perfect breeding ground for vampires. Its dark, it's crowded. Beside I knew you would show up here and I had to make you understand-"
"That the Harvest is coming," Bridge completed, "Your friend told me about that. It mean anything to you, cause I'm drawing a blank."
"I'm not sure. Who told you this?" Cruger frowned.
"This . . . guy. Dark, gorgeous in an annoying sort of way," he shrugged.
Cruger raised an eyebrow, "Are you, ah,"
"Yes," Bridge said deadpanned.
"Anyway, what did he say?"
"Something about the Mouth of Hell. I really didn't like him." A slow song began to play and Cruger leaned over the railing.
"Look at them, throwing themselves about. They're completely oblivious to the danger around them."
"Lucky them."
"Or perhaps you're right. There could be no danger at all. It's not like you've had the nightmares.
Bridge remained silent as he watched Jesse get the brush-off by Syd again.
"I didn't say that I wouldn't slay another vampire. I don't have fluffy feelings for them. I'm just not going to get very extracurricular with it. If I see one, sure I'll slay-"
"Will you be ready?" Giles interrupted. "There is so much you don't know about them and your own powers. A vampire appears normal until they reveal their demonic visage before feeding."
"You're like a walking textbook with arms. I know that."
"The point is that the Slayer should be able to find them at any time. Can you find a vampire in this building?"
Bridge scanned the crowd, "Maybe . . ."
"Ah, reach out with your mind. Feel the energy, let it envelop-"
"There," Bridge pointed at the man talking to the dark haired girl.
"H-How? You don't know . . ." Cruger peered at the man.
"Please, look at his jacket! The sleeves are rolled up and that shirt? Deal with the outfit!"
"It's dated?"
"It's carbon-dated! Only someone living in a cave for ten years would think that's the look!" Bridge scoffed.
"But, you didn't . . . hone," Giles fell silent as Bridge muttered "Z . . ." recognizing the girl the vampire was leading away.
Bridge roamed about the floors of the Bronze, stalking about, looking for the vampire and Z. he heard a click and whipped 0out his stake, keeping it poised in his hand as he whipped around to see . . . Syd.
"What is your damage?" she cried out in shock.
"Did you see Z?"
"No! Why, do you want to attack her with a stick?!" she exclaimed. Bridge didn't respond and instead walked out while Syd stared at his back. Her entourage came in and she turned to them, "Excuse me while I make a call to everyone I've ever known."
Meanwhile, Bridge ran out of the door of the Bronze and met Cruger.
"That was quick! Well done! I-I need to go to the library and research this Harvest thing."
"They got away," Bridge interrupted.
"The vampire is not dead?!" Cruger gave him a look.
"No, but my social life is!"
"Now what?" Cruger sighed.
"I'll take care of it. You go to your research. I can handle one vampire," Bridge nodded, walking past Jesse and the blonde girl he was talking to.
"So what's your name?" he asked her. The woman smiled, "Darla."
"Do you have family here? Have I met them?"
"No, but you probably will."
While the events took place, a vampire (A/N Picture Broodwing without the helmet thingie he normally wears here) rose from the pool of blood in his lair beneath the cemetery. He stepped out of the pool and offered his hand to Luke, who was kneeling before him. Luke took it.
"Master!"
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"I am weak," the Master said to Luke.
"In the Harvest, he will be restored," Luke quoted.
"The Harvest . . ."
"Soon you'll be free!"
The Master reached out to test his mystical confines and realized they were just as strong as ever.
"I need strength. I must be ready," the Master murmured.
"I sent servants to get you food."
"Good. Luke, bring me something . . . young."
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Meanwhile, Z was walking with the vampire Thomas and he led her to the cemetery.
"Um, the ice cream bar is another way." Z said almost questioningly.
"I know a shortcut," he said blandly and pulled her into the graveyard.
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Bridge wandered about outside the Bronze and ran into Jack. "Have you seen Z?"
"Not right now, no."
"She left with a guy," Bridge pressed on.
"Z? Go girl!"
"I need to find her! Bridge interrupted, "who knows where that guy took her!"
Jack crossed his arms, "I hope he's not a vampire or you might have to slay him."
Bridge was taken aback and began panicking, "W-Was there a . . . school bulletin? Was it i-in the newspaper? Does anyone not know I'm the Slayer?"
"No. I only know that you think you're the Slayer. As for my knowing-"
"It doesn't matter! We have to find Z and that guy!" Bridge said in a panicky tone.
"You're serious!"
Bridge stepped closer to Jack and grabbed his shoulders, "If we don't find her, there'll be another dead body tomorrow!"
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"Are you sure about this?" Z asked in a frightened tone as she and Thomas stood in front of a mausoleum. He didn't respond, but instead shoved into it. Z stumbled down the stairs and turned around to glare at him. There were a couple of coffins inside and a boarded door.
"That wasn't funny!" she said hotly. "I'm going!" she skirted by him, because he allowed her and the door out of the mausoleum was blocked by Darla who stared at Thomas in displeasure.
"This is the best you could do?"
"She's fresh!" Thomas scowled.
"Hardly enough to share," Darla rolled her eyes.
'Why didn't you bring your own?"
Darla stepped into the mausoleum and Jesse stumbled in behind her, "I did."
Z looked at him and immediately rushed to his side, "Jesse!"
"Z, she gave me a hickey!" Jesse pointed at Darla, weak from blood loss.
Thomas looked at her as she shrugged, "I was hungry."
"Let's get out of here," Z whispered to Jesse. Darla turned to her and vamped, revealing her fangs, yellow eyes and ridged forehead.
"You're not going anywhere until we're fed!" she growled.
"Well this is nice," a male voice said from the entrance to the mausoleum. 'It's a little bare, but a dash of paint, a couple pillows . . . call it home!" Bridge said as he walked inside with Jack and moved behind the coffin to draw away the attention of the vampires.
"Who the hell are you?" Darla snarled.
"You mean someone doesn't know? Thanks god, you have no idea how hard it is to have a secret identity in this town," Bridge said in mock-relief.
"Uh, Bridge, we bail now, right?" Jack asked.
"Not yet!" Thomas snarled.
"Do something about that outfit! You look like DeBarge!" Bridge snapped. He turned back to Darla as Thomas closed in from behind. "We can do this the hard way or . . . actually we can only do this the hard way."
"Fine with me," Darla said with a demonic grin. Thomas growled from behind Bridge and lunged at him. The Slayer took out the stake in his pocket and thrust it into his chest, causing Thomas to explode into ash while Darla looked on in shock.
"See what happens when you roughhouse?" Bridge cocked his head.
Darla snarled at him and Bridge jerked his head in the direction of the door while talking to Jack, "Get them out of here."
Jack helped Z and Jesse out of the mausoleum while Bridge and Darla began to fight. Darla punched high but Bridge blocked, striking her back with a punch to the shoulder. Darla growled and attempted to scratch him with her nails but Bridge caught her wrists and head butted her in the forehead. While she was reeling, he kicked her in the abdomen causing her to double over, before elbowing her in the back, knocking her down.
"You know," Bridge said conversationally, "I just wanted to go to school here, but you guys can't suck in some other town!"
"Who are you?" Darla managed to get out.
"You don't know?" Bridge raised his stake, but he was grabbed by the neck from behind.
"I don't care!" Luke snarled as he threw Bridge across the room, into the wall. He lifted Darla to her feet, "You got beaten by a child?"
"He's different," she said fearfully. "He killed Thomas. He's strong."
Luke sighed, "You go. I'll take care of the child."
Bridge got to his feet as Darla ran off and faced off against Luke. He tried to punch him, but ended up dodging a blow which would have been very painful for him to deal with. He kicked him in the stomach and then launched a hopping spin kick to his jaw. Luke was unfazed and he grinned at the Slayer, "You're strong." He backhanded Bridge across the face, causing him to hit the side of the stone coffin. "I'm stronger!"
Outside, Jack, Jesse and Z were surrounded by vampires and Darla was grinning at them, "Get them!" she snarled.
Inside the mausoleum, Luke shoved the stone lid of the coffin and Bridge cart-wheeled to avoid it smashing him. He grabbed the stake from the floor and lunged at Luke who grabbed his wrist.
"You think you can stop me?" he growled. He snapped the stake and then threw Bridge back into the coffin. The Slayer let out a small scream as he rolled into a skeleton but remained quiet except for his breathing, unable to see or hear Luke.
He started to get up, but Luke jumped into the coffin, pinning him, "You'll make a good addition to our cause." He leaned in towards Bridge's neck, fangs bared.
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And Welcome to the Hellmouth is finished! This is just the first episode of more to come. For those of you who can't figure it out, the 'mysterious man' who Bridge met while going to the Bronze was Sky.